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Okay, obviously I have been living in an ivory tower. Strippers on TV just dance around without clothes on and that's it. This memoir by the screenwriter of Juno tells a different story. Basically: stripping is dirty and I don't get the appeal. Also, Cody's writing style didn't really work well for me. It was like Juno and her quick, wise-cracking, nobody-really-talks-like-that voice the whole time.
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